Prompt Improv

[WickedCadrach]

Sometimes, we don't have the whole idea. Sometimes we just have a seed for someone else to water. I had an idea for a game to get our collective 'creative-RP-juices' flowing. 

In this game, the first poster provides two characters without any context. The next poster replies with a simple prompt for a roleplay scenario starring those two characters - you might want to consider the setting or the unusual circumstances that bring them together when deciding your reply. THEN the second poster provides the next set of two characters, continuing the chain. Also please note, my examples are ridiculous, your replies do not have to be (unless you want them to).

RULES

• All characters and prompts must abide by the site rules for the kinds of characters that can be involved in erotic situations (though not all prompt answers are required to be erotic)
• Replying to yourself is not allowed (even if you thought of something really cool)
• Multiple Posting in quick succession is not accepted by site rules. 
• The characters provide by the last poster must be the 'stars' of the roleplay prompt (they can't be bystanders to your really cool idea)
• The prompt can be as outlandish as you like as long as it involves an interpretation of the characters as they are provided (ex. if the character is 'a cowboy', they might be might be a 'space cowboy', a 'minotaur', or an 'Old West gunslinger'. All are valid interpretations—though some are more of a stretch.)
• A 'character' can be a group as long as they can be referred to collectively (ex. 'a rock band', 'the local werewolf pack', and 'Aunt Matilda's parcheesi club' are all valid characters) 

Example Play

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First Poster: "Hmm, what about a Flying Spaghetti Monster and a Sexy Vampire?"

... a few moments later...

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Second Poster: "Easy! Under a moonless sky, the Sexy Vampire bit into the Flying Spaghetti Monster thinking his marinara was blood, but now the Flying Spaghetti Monster wants to try some of her sauce~

Now, I'd like to see a prompt for a Time Traveling Hair-Metal Singer and a Chess Grandmaster"

 

Alrighty! If you've made it this far and haven't run for the hills, let the games begin!

 

I'd like to see a prompt for a Bigfoot Impersonator and a Cashier Who Could Be a Model

[IsabellaRose]

A Bigfoot Impersonator, stuck in his convincing costume when the zipper broke, is being chased by a group of eager bigfoot hunters. In his panic, he runs to an isolated gas station at the edge of the vast, dark forest, where he'd been pranking campers, hoping to find a moment's respite. The Cashier Who Could Be a Model is working the late shift and is astonished to see the disheveled and frightened figure burst through the door. 

 

Now someone can provide a prompt for A Man With a Nametag That Reads 'John from the Future' and a Lucky Gambler. 

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Jillian, The Lucky Gambler, smiled across the table. "I still have 30 seconds before I lose the bet." She said, plunking her hand down on the stack of cash.

Time ticked by in a slow infinity. "10, 9, 8, 7..."

'Damn it, John, don't you fuck me.'

"3"

Just then the air shimmered and a figure in a cheesy silver jump-suit appeared. He had a name tag that said John From the Future.

"Told you," The Lucky Gambler said, raking the cash towards herself.

"Not so fast." John From the Future added, "I get half, put it in my account or next time, you lose."

Sheila, the black metal guitarist, in her corpse paint

A professional dog walker with 3 dogs

Edited yesterday at 02:13 PM by WritesNaughtyStories
mobile helping a little too much

[Minorikawa]

It was a bright and sunny day in the park. The worst kind of day to be Sheila, the black metal guitarist, in her corpse paint. Whose idea was it to have a black metal concert in the middle of the park, anyway? She was going to give their vocalist, Jack Skellingtons-in-the-Closet, a piece of her mind! So stuck was she in her bridled rage that she didn't notice the three dogs running in unison towards her. Barreled over by canine affection, she let out a very not-black-metal yelp as she was knocked back, assaulted by slobbery licks of love.

"I'm so sorry!" a young man, a professional walker of dogs, said frantically. He apologized profusely, yet she was too distracted by how cute and handsome he was. His very demeanor was not unlike the adorable dogs themselves, and she found herself stumbling over her own words of assurance. Wait, isn't this... what they call... a meet-cute? Like in those rotten, awful, totally not-metal romantic comedies and chick flicks?!

Sheila let out a totally not-metal cry of despair as the doggies licked the corpse paint off of her face.

Ahem.

Leoneedus, the Forgotten Spartan

and

Bellatrixella, the unhinged tinkering fae of catastrophe

[IsabellaRose]

Leoneedus, the Forgotten Spartan, has been awakened from his centuries-long slumber. Disoriented and seeking answers, he stumbles into an abandoned industrial complex on the outskirts of a modern city, where the remnants of old factories and machinery lie rusting and forgotten. His bronze armor dented and tarnished by time, Leoneedus steps cautiously into the industrial complex, his spear at the ready. The clanking and whirring of Bellatrixella, the Unhinged Tinkering Fae of Catastrophe's inventions fill the air, and he sees her darting between her creations, her eyes wild and her movements erratic. She notices him and lets out a bark of laughter.

"A Spartan! How delightful! I've always wanted to meet one of you old warriors."

Leoneedus, puzzled and wary, asks, "Who are you? What is this place?"

Bellatrixella grins mischievously. "This, dear Spartan, is my playground. I'm Bellatrixella, the Fae of Chaos and Creation. I make things go boom!" She pulls a lever and something pops up from a nearby machine, hovers in mid-ar, and then explodes, sending sparks flying.

Leoneedus braces himself, his grip tightening on his spear, as Bellatrixella continues.

"You're just in time for my latest experiment. Care to join me?"

- - - -

Now try Sergeant Major Theodore "Ironhide" McGrath, a Drill Instructor, and Dr. Evelyn Marie Stevens, a Pioneering and Passionate Botanist

[WickedCadrach]

"As you can see, Sergeant Major, the plant-hybridization program has yielded extraordinary results." Dr. Evelyn Marie Stevens adjusted her glasses with a self-satisfied smirk, indicating the Marine volunteers, through the one-way glass.

Sergeant Major Theodore "Ironhide" McGrath's hard eyes flicked over each volunteer, from the young man sprouting thorns from his skin to the woman fetching a bottle of water with vines that grew from her fingertips before his eyes. "Fantastic. But are they always so... excitable?" He indicated the far bunk where a red-haired Marine with crimson flowers blooming up the length of his spine was thrusting away with a fellow soldier emitting a shower of faint-gold spores from her hair that slowly spread through the room. 

"Ah, yes. The pheromones they release are still being studied, and we've had to be... generous with regulations for the sake of the—well, you can see." Dr. Stevens motioned vaguely to where the remaining Marines began to cluster together in the spore-cloud's glow with muted, almost feral sounds of invitation. "Don't worry," she added, flushing a bit as she watched with... scientific interest... "the air filters keep the spores from spreading to the observation—"

Alert - Power Failure Detected 

Sergeant McGrath felt a tickle in his nose as the hum of the vents went quiet. 

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Hmmm, what about Famed Catburglar, Renee DuPont, and The Royal Guard of Duchess Fontaine ?

Edited 4 hours ago by WickedCadrach

[IsabellaRose]

The mask that Renee DuPont, famed cat burglar, wears is both a disguise and a reminder of the web of deceit she has woven. Her eyes, normally sharp and calculating, now hold a mix of love and regret as she scans the crowded ballroom. She had come to steal the Heart of the Phoenix, a legendary gem, but in the process of setting up her fake identity and getting close to the Duchess Fontaine, something unexpected had happened. Not only had she fallen into bed with the Duchess, but she had fallen quite genuinely in love with her. But the Duchess believes Renee to be the Countess Isabelle de Valois, an identity she created specifically for this heist, one she planned to shed as soon as she had the Heart of the Phoenix in her hands. Now, the heist has lost its allure, and Renee seeks a way to inhabit this role forever, and become the Duchess' lover, perhaps even more. But as the Duchess sleeps, Renee sneaks into the warded antechamber for one last look at the gem that drew her here.... only to find The Royal Guard of the Duchess Fontaine in the process of stealing it! He turns to her, his eyes are cold and fixes on Renee with a knowing gaze. "Renee DuPont... how fortuitous. I was trying to figure out how to get you to the scene of the crime, and you delivered yourself to me. Once you're dead and your true identity revealed, I'll be a hero for stopping you, your fake gem will be on display for the Duchess, and I'll sell the real Heart of the Phoenix..." 

 

What about Airship Captain Amelia Rose Sinclair, and Lady Charlotte Windsor, Debutante

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Lady Charlotte Windsor, Debutante sat in the airship lounge, looking out the window as the war-torn landscape drifted beneath them. HMAS Lioness bore the flag of diplomacy, so the flak guns below lay silent. Yet troops on either side, hardly visible from this altitude, toiled and dies in the bloody mud of the blasted landscape below.  Lady Charlotte Windsor was a Debutante, pressed into service as a diplomat, and was hardly comfortable with the weight of her duties. Somewhere below - she presumed behind the airship - her brother slogged through the trenches, pneumatic guns chugging death in both directions all around him. Hundred of thousands of lives, his included, relied on the success of her mission.

There was a thud, and her highball sloshed in the glass, splashing onto the dark, inlaid table as Lioness rocked. She looked up from her reverie toward the pilots' cabin, forward and a floor down. She started up from the crushed velvet chair to chastise the careless airmen but a soft thump at the window drew her attention. A rope flapped in the wind, banging against the glass. A moment later a helmeted figure in a leather flight suit slid down the rope, secured by some kind of climbing gear. With one hand they drew some kind of weapon and placed it against the glass as Lady Charlotte Windsor, Debutante blinked disbelievingly.

The glass shattered inward and the figure swung in, landing with surprising grace on the carpeted floor.

"I am Airship Captain Amelia Rose Sinclair and I am afraid, Lady Charlotte, the Free Wind Collective cannot let you negotiate this peace," The figure said, removing her helmet to reveal a cascade of blue-black hair and hard, green eyes. "You can come with me and be ransomed or I can throw you out the window. Honestly, you look soft and heavy, so I'm voting for the window."

"Do I have any say?" asked Lady Charlotte Windsor, Debutante.

The pirate captain sighed, "Aye," she nodded, "The council has said you do."

"Good. Then I choose ransom, just so you have to carry me. Had you not called me fat, you peasant, I'd have gladly jumped."

"You do realize no one will be able to tell them your answer but me, right?"

[WickedCadrach]

(Psst! @WritesNaughtyStories Who are the next two characters?)

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Oh poop. Should have thrown that bitch out!

Up-and-coming Chef Ndeye Diouf

and

Officer Carl Hansen, Beat Cop

[Minorikawa]

It was a dirty city with dirty streets filled with dirty people that made dirty sheets. The only kind of a city that would welcome a nowhere nobody like me, Officer Carl Hansen, Beat Cop, to wander the rain slick alleys and sidewalks. From the gutter trash to the trash in the gutter, nothin' stinks like a cop gone crooked. The problem is when all the other cops are crooked, they mistake the scent of roses for refuse. Which is precisely why I had to come into the bakery of this suspicious new up-and-coming Chef Ndeye Diouf, if that even was his real name.

"Tell me this, Chef," I said to the man, "what kind of cook uses cement for the cake mix?"

"I zey again, policey-man!" the Chef said in stereotypical French, his stencil mustache juttering as if powered by electricity, "zat cement is not ze cake mix! I do not even make ze cakes! I make ze zoup!"

This chef was one tough frog, that's for sure, but even a frog's tongue can only stretch so far.

"I zey, officeriere," the Chef rudely interrupted my inner monologue, "is zat even a real policey badge?"

Drat. I knew that costume store used the cheap stuff for its props.

 

The next two stars of our show are Pedelucci Von Mongoosy the Clown and Swimsuit Model Kate Tittle.